Descendants 4 Red And Chloe Novels & Stories

Did they think I am Alpha’s Jordan beloved daughter? “D-Don’t be… I-I am a-adopted…” I quickly clear their misunderstanding. I want them to know that if they had personal grugde against Alpa Jordan and his family, it won’t offend me a bit. Not that I care about them. “Oh…” They nodded to each other as they seemed to just hear this information. “That’s right!” Cillian take over. “My lovely Chloe here is their adopted daughter. But from today, she has no longer connection with those looser in Rock Mountain, namely the Denmirs. She is our Chloe Craig! Our Luna!”

“Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shape shifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity” “Mum. Are for real with this?” I said closing the book. “I absolutely am” she said snatching the book from me, “Come sit, sit” she said ushering us to the sofa. Mum sat down on the coffee table in front of us and leaned in c

** Bonus Chapters!! Happy Holidays!! Thank you for your support! (^v^) ** Chloe was at the top of the empire state building. The wind was cold and biting, as she looked in the people finder. She moved it around until she saw what looked like three dead faceless bodies. She blinked, and the viewfinder turned off, turning a dark red color. She looked around and saw Mrs. Davis, but she looked like the before pictures and was pointing down at something.

That evening down in Mysticfall, Tyler Dawson entered the stone arch of the Lube mansion, bringing the raw news of Charles Whitaker’s sudden termination with him. "I didn't think Chloe would turn into such a lethal hunter, Ada," Tyler said, cracking the seal on a jar of mountain moonshine and taking a long draw. "The old man was begging on his knees in the snow, but her stick didn't waver once. I find her current scent rather terrifying."

Years Later The grand festival continued into the night, but as the celebrations waned, a quieter, more reflective scene unfolded. Amidst the joy and laughter, Aiden and Chloe found themselves watching their children, Alex and Mia, play in the castle’s expansive gardens. Alex, now a young man of seventeen, had inherited his father’s strong, determined spirit. He was tall and confident, with a sharp gaze that seemed to miss nothing. His interactions with the other children were marked by a natural leadership, a blend of kindness and authority that spoke of his future role as a leader.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

"You sacrificed your soul for a wolf who treats you like a scout, Chloe. That was your first mistake." "I know! But without that sacrifice, I’m just another Omega in his shadow. Look at you! You literally had your face reconstructed to look like Collins, and Ethan won't even grant you a second glance. He’s a brick wall." "Don't lose your focus," Noah said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous frequency. "We’re in this together. As long as that pup hasn't drawn its first breath in the Mysticfall air, the game isn't over." Chloe inhaled sharply, her eyes clearing. "I won't let Collins Parker bring that brat into this world. I would have been the one to give Ethan an heir. He doesn't get to r

The redheaded woman demanded with an annoyed look on her face as she looked at James Jones with her hands crossed over her chest. The girl was Chloe Jones. She was an only child of her parents, James Jones and Ruby Jones. She is a really beautiful girl with her unique red hair which was naturally shiny and wavy. She has beautiful sky blue eyes. She got her height and figure from her mother, Ruby Jones, who used to be a model at her time. Chloe was almost five feet six and had milky white skin. She knew how to carry her style and attitude well which made her attractive to the world.

Phoebe kicked the door shut behind her with her heel, arms loaded with a massive tote bag stuffed with junk food and who knows what else. The scent of fresh popcorn already wafted from Chloe's living room, mixing with the vanilla candle her mom always lit before dipping out for the night. It was Friday, finally free from senior year hell, and our sleepover was locked in. Chloe, Daisy, Jade, and me. The unbreakable squad.Chloe bounced up from the couch first, her blonde ponytail swinging. She wore these tiny pink shorts that barely covered her ass and a cropped tee showing off her flat tummy. "Phoebe! You made it. I was about to text you." She hugged me tight, her body soft and warm against m

Chloe explained. “The Marlowe kidnapped Dad and they are going to kill him in less than a month– on the night of our third anniversary.” She added. “I am being drugged every now and then just so the cartographer living in our house could analyze my tattoo and discover the exact location of the land.” “Chloe–” “You think my accusations are too wild, right?” She asked before he could make a statement. “Not that– just that I’ve known the Marlowes all my life. Uncle Dawson can be very strict but– Kidnap? Murder? –” He sighed.